Kathleen West - Whiskey

Pools of amber swirling in my glass
I anticipate a drink
Warming liquid running down my throat
Dull my senses so I don't think

I take my whiskey, like I take life
Straight up and sip it down
I embrace it all, the good and the bad
And my thoughts still go round and round

Kathleen West

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